Grey, damp and depressing and
The sun hovers just above the horizon
So that days are short and nights long.
A chill envelops me and I cough
Cough up my guts and sniffle.
Oh for summer months and
warm, long days with flowers
In the garden – a sensation of
Colour and scents and glory
At life so profuse. It will come.
And in the meantime, I will dream.
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